Virtual Money

I was glad to get the tickets to the Boston Red Sox game but I didn’t want to be doing favors for this accountant for the rest of my life. He called me up this morning and asked me if I would deliver some of his tax stuff to Mrs. Murphy so she could sign. I drove out there and got the envelope and took it to Mrs. Murphy’s house. Oddly enough, Mrs. Murphy wasn’t home. I wondered if she got someone else to help her out with driving since she had glaucoma. I left the envelope between the screen door and left. Joe was happy to get the Red Sox tickets so it was all worth it. Willow was on TV that night and I decided to watch it. I was still mulling over my column for the paper and it was due in another week. That guy was still picketing with his goofy sign and it was picked up and displayed on YouTube for a while. What a nut! The kitten is doing find and I am happy to say that both Paul and Bill are on the wagon. I think being a father to kittens really sobered Paul up and he decided to have her spayed so this doesn’t happen again. I think Mrs. Sparkles will do much better with her new life. Bill love his kitten and he is doing well at AA. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be a sponsor, but they would not let him because he is less than a month sober. And Mike’s foot is healed, thank goodness. He fixed the deer hoof gun rack and made it into a hat rack. At least if a hat falls down, it won’t shoot him in the foot.

I wasn’t the only one facing financial trouble in Flint Bankruptcy seemed to be epidemic, with every other person, it seemed, filing one type of bankruptcy or another. I tried to stave off the trouble as long as possible, but I eventually couldn’t pay even my mortgage. This was the end, I thought. I needed to try to at least save my home. I had worked all these years to try to make something of myself, and I couldn’t let this set back ruin my life. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to sell the house and move to a better economic client and a better weather climate. I had studied hard to get a degree in hospitality management, and had paid my dues with a series of low end jobs, working the graveyard shift, and now, when I just started to make some money and get ahead, the economy lets me down. This wouldn’t stand! I would not be beaten by the economy. Just because there was a recession, or a depression as far a the auto industry is concerned, I wouldn’t be stopped. I just refused to participate in the recession. I would file if I had to, save my house, reduce my bills, pay them, and leave.